speaking softly, tweaking
silence simply by nearing my
tongue’s proximity
to your solar plexus’
beauty mark. then gliding left
i locate a swollen areola.
glow of orange morning and we
realize the warning:
we’ve sexed all night
and both need to get up for work.
soon.

i love your nipples though
so i’ll request
next week off
and take you to someplace
you’ve never been.